Pregnant With Her Mother's Murderer, I Divorced My WifeChapter 1
Late one night, my mother-in-law was walking home after a round of square dancing when a drunk driver dragged her for nearly a kilometer.
By the time I got the call, she was already lying in the morgue—her face so mangled she was unrecognizable.
When the police showed me the surveillance footage, I clenched my teeth in hatred, vowing to seek justice for her.
But the very next day, my wife asked me to meet her at a restaurant. She tossed a document across the table. Her expression was cold and sharp.
"Julian, the dead can't come back. Your mother is gone, but Dylan is only twenty-one. He has a whole life ahead of him. You can't be so cruel as to make him waste his youth paying for a dead woman."
"Sign the agreement. Take fifty thousand as compensation for your mom, and let this matter end here."
"If you refuse, then you'll get nothing at all."
Looking at her cold expression, I didn't sign.
And true to her word, Abigail made sure I didn't get a single cent.
Instead, I later saw her kneeling on the courthouse steps, smashing her forehead against the stone until it bled—begging the court to reopen the case.
——
Stunned, I stared at her. "What... what did you just say?"
"Fifty thousand? You want a private settlement?"
Was she serious? The one lying in the morgue was her own mother!
Her parents had divorced when she was still little. Her father sold the house, took all the money, and ran away. It was her mother who raised her alone. For her daughter's sake, she never remarried, never once put her child second.
And yet now...
"What's wrong? Too little money?" Abigail asked flatly.
I opened my mouth, my voice trembling.
"This isn't about money, Abigail. Don't you understand? The victim... the one who died... was our mother!"
I had spoken cautiously, afraid she couldn't bear the truth.
But she only checked her watch, frowning with impatience. "I know. You don't need to repeat it. Since it's not about the amount, then hurry up and sign. Don't waste my time—I still have things to do."
My hands shook as I flipped through the agreement, not sure where to begin.
Then one line hit me like a blow, and my pupils shrank.